Author's Note: Fun fact: This story is based off of my own Skyrim characters and how I made their (role-played) personalities and background history. Anywho, enjoy the story (Or not whatever you prefer)
(I own nothing except the characters that weren't created by "Bethesda Softworks")
The Dragonborns of the 4th Era
Chapter 1. "The First"
"No, I have no interest in being a merchant or bureaucrat!" , said the young adult Imperial staring at his mother. His eyes flared almost angrily at the female Imperial. He wasn't one to be loud and indignant, but her persistence was testing his patience.
"You clearly don't know what you want Zedimus, since you resigned your apprenticeship from the Synod!", the Imperial woman shouted.
"I told you before, they were more about the spreading of secrets and political ass-kissing than the teaching of magic!" he spat
"Then what will you do.", she said still glaring at him across the fire-place in the middle of the house.
"Mother could you please trust me I'll find a better mage organization, and…" she cut him off
"Become a no-good healer for some barbaric incompetent warrior!"
"I'm not trying to become a healer, the study of Restoration and Destruction magic both intrigue me. Doesn't the wonders of the world instill in you even a bit of curiosity? Becoming a mage can be a great experience, just like father once was." Zedimus paused to stare at the Altmer sitting relaxed next to his mother, queuing him for some sort of support.
The Altmer just sat in his chair with his hand clasped around a mug of water. After a couple of seconds of studying the fire, and listening intently to the awkward silence his eyes lazily rose to meet the two heated debaters.
"You know, you both shouldn't yell so much, your voices will go hoarse, not to mention we won't hear if..." The Imperial woman threw the elf a dirty look then he continued… "Love, I do believe you are trying to combat an adult over his own life choices"
"And!? He is still our son."
"Who can take care of himself", Zedimus finished.
The Imperial woman stared worriedly at Zedimus standing near the door dressed in slightly ragged mage robes and hood with his bag of food, filled milk jugs, and spell tomes. His bearded face and pale skin didn't look old but his bagged eyes, and slightly (even if unnoticeably) small stature gave off an aura of frailty. After what seemed like a long while, she rushed over and tightly hugged him. Almost simultaneously there was a loud knock on the entrance followed by "Delivery for the Artar family!"
Zedimus' father rushed to the door "By the nine, for this to be the Imperial city, delivery is extremely slow". He opened the door to greet the courier, took the package and closed the door. "Was scared you would leave before it came."
Letting him go Zedimus's mom says, "Where will you go?"
Zedimus takes the parcel from his father's hands, thanks his him, then answers. "I'm thinking about making my way through Skryim to reach Blacklight then get some information on any guilds there in Morrowind before traveling on from there. I hear their carriage rides are faster and more frequent than those Silt striders."
Zedimus' father blinks in confusion "Through Skyrim? Your mother sees a mage as financially insecure career for you, due to your past resignation but those Nords outright despise magic. And that might be an understatement. Not to speak for all of them of course, but quite a lot of them"
"I'll be fine", were his last words before wishing his parents good luck, and taking his leave.
He traveled on foot for some time before sighting and getting on a carriage in some part of the southern region of Skyrim. After a while he realized he still had an unopened gift from his father in his sack. So he took it out and unwrapped it to reveal 3 books titled "The Monomyth", "Words and Philosophy", and "Twin Secrets" coupled with some healing, magicka, and stamina potions.
There was also a letter that read:
"The books are from me and the potions were from your mother's stash in her drawer and we both love you, no matter our differences in opinion
Sincerely,
Your family
P.S. Ever heard of The College of Winterhold?"
Zedimus smiled and chuckled to himself and started to wonder what "The College of Winterhold was, but his thoughts were interrupted by loud yelling and what sounded close to the clanging metal.
Hopefully there aren't too many mistakes and I have no idea when the next chapter will be. If I got nothing right at least I can take pride in creating an Altmer character that isn't a pretentious self-absorbed fuck-wit. Cheers